Forest brook

Green blossoms droop in the blaze.

Does the pitiless sun drain them of

 all hope with its scorching rays?

They quake in repressed agony.

The aroma of asphalt slowly moving

In to suck the sap;

Trees, stately and daring the skies

bear an uncanny fear in their hearts;

Even their shadows appear mortal!

They harbor an unexpressed message –

manifold flora has lost its scent.

The brook gurgles quietly below.

The ambience of silence a roaring

curse on the day when it will be

a static sewage.

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About K.S.Subramanian

Published two volumes of poetry through the Writers Workshop, Kolkata, India titled Ragpickers and Treading on gnarled sand. My poem Dreams bagged the cash prize award from Asian Age, a reputed daily. Poems and short stories have appeared in several web sites of reputation and standing. Writing is a nourishing experience. Otherwise feel emaciated.

6 thoughts on “Forest brook

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    The unsuspecting reader encounters a splendidly ambiguous poem that employs the reassuring tropes of nature only to be disabused by a Hitchcock -like denouement.

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  2. suzette portes san jose

    THIS PICTURES THE SERENITY OF THE UNHARMED ENVIRONMENT WAITING IN STILL WATERS BUT KNOWS THAT NOTHING LASTS AND COMES A DAY WHEN ALL THAT IT HOLDS WILL BE GONE AND HARMED…SAD…

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  3. Sid

    beautiful poem woven with brilliant imagery with a focussed message–take care else nothing will be left –a vast wasteland, where in Eliot’s time cactus grow. I don’t know what will grow in ‘a static sewage’ now.

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